I've told this story before...
Dh had retired from teaching, but I was still working.
First day of the summer holidays, we went to the cinema. On the way back to the car, as we walked hand in hand, there was a shout of "Weary! Ye're a SLUT!"
DH laughed as we got in the car, and asked "Which one of us was that aimed at?"
"Well, I hope it was me!"
"Why, what did they say?" (Dh was a tad deaf - one of the reasons he'd retired early.)
As we drove round, I saw a group of boys who would be moving into 6th yr when school returned and one eejit a year older who had just left.
"Oh, it's Johnny. That explains a lot!"
"Where?"
"Oh, that group over there. They're harmless. He's just an idiot."
"Right! Maybe you have to put up with this. I don't - I'm retired!"
DH stopped the car and jumped out. "Which one of you gutless bs thought you had the right to miscall my wife?"
At that point, the about to be 6th Yrs all sidled away into a bowling alley, leaving Johnny standing on his own.
"Eh...It wisnae us! It wiz some other boys ower there!"
"Aye, just what I thought. Gutless!" DH got back in the car and we drove home.
There's a bit more to the story than that, but the 6th Yrs looked highly embarrassed the next time I saw them.